A little pink holiday begins

My holiday technically began at 5pm yesterday.

I mean, that’s when the out of office was switched on, which is the start of a holiday, right?

But no, my holiday did not begin at 5pm yesterday.

Because yesterday I had a HUGE to-do list before I could even leave he office.

My holiday didn’t even begin when I got home.

Because when I got home, I had hoovering to do and a bathroom to clean.

My holiday did not even begin when I went round to my friend’s house.

Because when I went to my friend’s house, I had pizza to eat.

My holidays did not begin when my mother came round to stay before our early flight.

Because when my mother came round, I had a world to put to rights.

My holiday did not begin when I got up at 5.30am this morning.

Because at 5.30am this morning, I had an ashtanga yoga practice to do.

And a cinnamon scone to eat.

Ahem.

My holiday did not even begin when I got on the plane at 10am.

Because on the plane, I had a magazine to read and snoozing to catch up on.

My holiday did not begin when I got on the tube.

Because on the tube, I had tickets to organise, and shiny London people to stare at.

My holiday ACTUALLY began at lunchtime.

Because at lunchtime, as well as a menu, I was presented with a wine list.

And everybody knows that the holiday doesn’t REALLY begin until you have had that first drink.

There really is no feeling like it.

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